Name:Altair Xavier Silvera
Nickname: Anything anybody calls him. Theres usually one for each person he knows
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf morph
Position: Neutral though he leans toward the light but his held back by his ties to darkness through anger. He has full intentions of joining an organization of light unless he is swayed.
Powers: Increased speed, strength, agility, and senses due to him being a wolf morph.
Thundara: Gained after years of training with thunder. He learned thunder from a mage and has chosen to master this magic though he is also interested in other magic as well.
Adrenaline rush: An inherited skill from his family. This skill allows him to see things slower than they actually are
Weaknesses: Altair’s biggest weakness is fire magic. In his world all morphs are weak to fire magic. He has difficulty fighting against it. Also long range combat makes him less of a threat in certain cases depending on the projectile. Bullets he can block with his swords though. Lastly his adrenaline rush skill can defend against most people but if they are something more than human and slightly faster their speed is slightly faster everything doesn’t look the same. This makes his adrenaline rush slightly less effective and he can’t block or dodge as many attacks. Most importantly the adrenaline rush doesn’t automatically kick in it can take some time depending on the threat level.
Weapon: Twin Katanas
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Appearance: Altair has sleek black hair that most of the time covers his right eye. He has amazing hazel eyes that seem to draw attention to him always receiving compliments on them. He’s lightly tanned giving a soft bronze look. His body has a muscular build to it but isn’t bulging. He keeps his biceps in check with a nice six pack to tag along.
When it comes to clothes he always wears darker colors mainly black, red, blue, or purple. He wears jeans most of the time with a print shirt of the colors stated. As for footwear you’ll either see him with sneakers or going barefoot. He always wears a gold chain with a gold cross on it which he received two weeks before his grandmother died. Any and everywhere he goes you’ll see him dressed in this style.
He has a scar next to his right eye from a fight. He has a small Silver Star earring in both ears. He has a tattoo of a dragon on his upper right back.
Personality: Altair is an Aquarius and definitely lives like one. He’s cool and layed back and tries to be nice and help any and everyone he sees. This was often the cause of why he would come home bruised or cut. Altair loves his freedom and often got in trouble because of this as a kid. Always venturing out on his own into the forest and always coming back late. Nobody could really keep him out of stuff. He’s not a bad kid but always gets in trouble for good reasons. One of Altair’s weak points is thinking to deeply on something. He always over thinking something and putting himself down. Though being nice he has a short fuse and won’t forgive so easily. He holds grudges and doesn’t let go very simply.
Altair is a social butterfly although he likes to be alone at times. He never has one designated group of people he hangs out with. Most of the time he moves around from group to group and is welcomed with open arms. Though he is quiet the first twenty minutes when he meets new people he dives into a conversation and brings life to the party. He is very special in that way to be able to keep things interesting all the time.
Talking to girls was a natural ability to him it seemed. He mostly blamed it on being born on Valentines Day. He always knew how to woo a girl but sometimes comes a cross a challenge. Even with this he doesn’t consider himself the greatest nor does he boast on this. Always having a cocky edge to his approach but not being completely conceited. Always coming off as the sweet guy with a bad boy style. He’s ultimately a flirt.
Original World: World of Morphs
Current World: History: Altair was son to an Alpha wolf. On the day of his birth it was said that it was a cloudy day. But as he was given life the clouds broke and sunlight shown over the pack lands.
Altair was a fun loving child. He loved to be out doing something new and fun. With his best friend in tow they would always be doing something. Problem was that most of the time they were causing mischief. Always being pulled by his scruff in wolf form to be scolded.
At the age of 10 Altair toned down his mischief and began acting more mature. He was the son of the alpha so it wasn't normal that he was more mature for his age. But also being an unmated wolf he took an interest to women at the age also. Which began his flirty personality.
At 13 it was a regular that Altair would be out of the pack lands roaming around. Mostly in wolf form he would just roam around and relax. But Altair had more things to see in the world things he wanted to experience.
On his 14th birthday Altair’s life changed dramatically. He had just said goodbye to his mother who was in the kitchen as his father slept. He left for his walk through the forest to interact with the local animals as usual. He was early that morning and was just stepping out of the yard when his house exploded sending him flying forward. As he picked himself up his eyes swelled with tears he was to scared to turn around and see that his home and actually been destroyed as well as his parents.
Turning slowly he watched as only the doorframe was still standing but even that fell and burst into flames. His father worked for some huge organization and he had discovered something that someone did want him to. The opposing organization took steps to eliminate him and his family. No one ever figured out who wanted him dead and Altair had to live with the grief for years. He moved in with his grandfather shortly after and began his new life. He slowly began to heal over time with his grandfather there to keep him sane. His heart had become slightly tainted in wanting revenge on the surface he was normal but on the inside he wanted the terrorists to pay. This began his dark swordsmanship he trained to flip between light and darkness. He could harness some of his dark side though he never fully gives into it due to fear. His main goal is to maintain justice and it keeps him from becoming dark.
At 16 he was ready to become an Alpha and lead his pack. He was ready to start his road to happiness in fulfilling his childhood dream. He wanted to be a Alpha and from there a hero. He wanted to put an end to the evils that filled the world. But his world began to fall apart for some odd reason so everyone went into panic. His world was being attacked by heartless. They fought them off barely and were falling slowly but they were saved. A strange keyblade user came in and helped them defeat the threat. He also shared information about the heartless and their goal. Altair was fascinated he wanted to be a keyblade user as well. He wanted to help defend other worlds but he was denied and told he wasn’t ready.
At 17 Altair was running through the forest as was usual but there was a hole in his favorite tree. But this hole led into swirling darkness. He stopped and he took a step forward and was sucked in. He was taken into the swirling darkness but it was too much and he passed out. Now he lays in a unfamiliar town unconscious.
Role Playing Sample: Altair looked over the female with interest she was very captivating. He was interested in her more than a regular human female he knew that for sure. Her name drew him in as well. Wait did she say another Anima around here. Was she referring to herself? His question was answered when her ears came up. Another Wolf Anima in the same area was this what brought him here?
She was offering him somewhere to stay. He of course was going to take this opportunity. She was here for the same reason and she was a wolf Anima they could become allies. He nodded "Of course I would love to stay as long as its not to much trouble on your part. Being in the company of another Anima is a little comforting in this plagued city. Um feathers, if you don't mind me asking why would there be feathers?" He was interrupted by the sound of foot steps.
He did know that not all humans were rotten but when he deemed you rotten you’re as good as dead. Altair's ears flicked in the direction of the humans. He could sense a hostile aura of the men and smell alcohol from them. He turned to Raven when she placed a hand on her dagger. He nodded slightly this may turn into a brawl from what he could tell so far. She should be able to keep up with him since these were easy prey even if there were a lot of them. This would all be like a game to mere pups.
Zoro got up and stood by Altair's side. It was battle time it was time for the pup to start using the skills Altair taught him. The pup shook out his fur and looked up to Altair. Altair was still looking at Raven and was waiting to see if the humans would act. And of course…
"Hey Joe I thinkz wes got us a cute onez. After wez take outz her boyfriend we'll take herz for ourselves.” He growled in disgust hearing the slurred words. Humans always acted stupidly when they were drunk. This was one of the reasons why he looked down on humans. They disgusted him in every way imaginable. They were so far down the lines of evolution it was pitiful. He sighed and shook his head they had along way to go before they matched his level of superiority. But that was asking for to much of a miracle it would take them a thousand years or more to catch up. But actions speak louder than words so he would just have to show them their foolishness.
Altair growled and drew his swords. He rushed forward at superhuman speed and was upon the man. He grabbed the man that spoke and held one Katana to his throat and had the other pointed at the other men. "If you don't want to die I suggest you leave now. That goes for all of you! I won't hesitate to kill you again."Zoro ran over and stood beside Altair growling. How were they going to act on this?
Questions/Comments/Suggestions?: Feel free to rp with me I’m always up for another adventure with Altair.
